mormor cookies...

When Evan was about 2 years old, right around Christmas time, he went to the fridge and said, "More more." I didn't know what he wanted more of so I opened the fridge and pointed to various things. He got very frustrated after rejecting everything in the fridge and I noticed him pointing upward. I felt terrible that I couldn't figure out what he wanted. He kept saying "More more" and then something that began with a "c" or a "k" that I couldn't understand. Finally, after several minutes and Evan losing his patience with me, I saw a tin of gingersnaps, way back on top of the fridge and realized he had been saying, "MorMor Cookies"--gingersnaps my Aunt Lydia had brought over.